Who Hit You?

Opening the two metal doors, he had been fine forty minutes ago, but emerged covered in bruises forty minutes later.

Phew, dragging his steps, Mu Fan took a cup of water from the dispenser and sat on the training chair to rest. He could go home and get a good night's sleep after getting paid in a while. This was his first time experiencing a Mecha, albeit virtual, but Mu Fan felt it couldn't be more real. Novel, exciting, unforgettable – this was the summary of his day.

"Hoo," Fatty, sitting on the sofa, suddenly let out a breath, pressed the disconnect button, and took off his helmet.

"Why did you go offline first? Didn't you say you'd wait for contact?" Fatty complained with a look of grievance. "Lost again! Ahhhhh! I can't do it without you, great god! Is this really your first time playing PO Battle Network? Come on, quickly tell me your awesome story. I'm still savoring that round of combat."

Fatty got up, poured himself a glass of water, and sat opposite Mu Fan, asking excitedly.

There's a bit too much involved, Mu Fan felt a little troubled.

So he frowned, organized his words, and said, "That battle was a coincidence. Then I came out to wander around, but I wasn't familiar with anything, only the Training Camp. I thought about it and went offline to train early."

Only then did Fatty notice that Mu Fan was drenched in sweat, and he felt admiration.

Mu Fan thought for a moment and added, "PO Battle Network is truly amazing, but to be responsible to you, I think we still need to spend half our time on actual combat training in the future. You attack, I defend."

Fatty grunted.

"Beep beep, Sky-Link incoming call, caller: Uncle Wu." The Sky-Link beside them suddenly flashed.

"Uncle Wu is calling me! Alright, that's it for today. I should go out to eat. See you this afternoon!!! We'll train this afternoon. I'm leaving first, Mu Fan!" Fatty saw that it was almost time and he should eat lunch!! How wonderful!! His eyes immediately widened, and he quickly said to Mu Fan, grabbed his clothes, and ran off in a flash.

It's almost time to eat, Mu Fan's eyes narrowed. Hearing that sentence, he directly ignored the sneaking-off Fatty.

Be proactive about eating! Mu Fan acted as soon as he thought of it, immediately changed his shoes, and went downstairs. So hungry, it's time for a meal.

When Mu Fan walked out of the Suspension Elevator, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere in the hall seemed a bit off.

There were quite a few students in the hall today. In the regular teaching area, the instructors were diligently demonstrating combat techniques; there was no change there. But looking towards the area where he had trained yesterday, which was Training Field 5 where the sparring partners often gathered, there were still many people there, but their faces didn't show the eagerness of wanting to eat; they seemed absent-minded.

Something's wrong?

Mu Fan pondered inwardly, his face expressionless, and walked over.

"Ah, this line of work of ours is really..."

"Who says it isn't? We've seen a lot, but we didn't expect him to fall this time."

"He's an old-timer at the Martial Arts Hall, they shouldn't be so heartless."

As Mu Fan walked along, his keen hearing picked up occasional whispers.

It seems something really happened at the Martial Arts Hall, but I don't know who it is? It should be someone familiar, otherwise everyone wouldn't be like this.

"Big Eater!"

Mu Fan had also become famous yesterday, but in the eating world, and as a result, this nickname came out today. He heard it but hadn't realized they were talking about him.

He paid no attention.

"The Big Eater is here, I wonder what he'll think when he hears the news, after all, there's a connection." Mu Fan's ears suddenly perked up. The Big Eater they're talking about is me? How did this get related to me?

"Look at his back!"

"Did a client use a weapon? How did he get whipped like this? Heavens!"

After Mu Fan passed by these people, someone with sharp eyes suddenly noticed Mu Fan's back.

Due to Mu Fan sweating profusely in the gravity room just now, his training uniform was clinging tightly to his body. The rubber bullets from the 40-level gravity training room had almost all hit Mu Fan's back in the last attack, leaving it covered in bloodstains, and the back of his training uniform was almost torn to shreds.

Mu Fan continued walking, his face expressionless, his tall figure not shaking in the slightest, his steps firm and powerful.

More and more of the remaining people saw that this kid had been beaten like this after only two days of being here.

"What a shame, Man Kun and this kid are both unlucky, but Man Kun is even worse off. Sigh, I wonder if the Martial Arts Hall will still keep him."

Mu Fan's figure suddenly paused, his eyes narrowed, and he turned his head.

"Who else did you say?" His wolf-like eyes stared at the person who had just spoken.

"What kind of attitude is that? Did I say that? I didn't say anything." That person was very unhappy with Mu Fan's tone of voice at this moment. How many people in the Martial Arts Hall had good tempers? What was a new kid making a fuss about?

"Who else did you say?" Mu Fan ignored his words and walked straight over.

"How dare you talk to a senior like that!" That person was extremely displeased. Was this the attitude one should have towards a senior in the Martial Arts Hall? Man Kun couldn't protect you anymore, and you're still so arrogant. This was an old hand who had been in the Martial Arts Hall for more than three months. He usually paid special attention to protecting himself during sparring, and he had long since developed the skills of a seasoned veteran through countless falls and struggles. Seeing this person who had only been here for two days using such a tone, the people around him were all watching him make a fool of himself, and his face was really burning.

Mu Fan didn't speak, but walked straight over, his eyes cold.

"He's been beaten like this himself, and he still has the energy to care about others, what a joke." That person was still chattering and mocking this newcomer sparring partner who looked beaten and downcast, showing off his presence to his companions.

"You... Ugh! Ugh!!~ Ugh, let go, let go!" That person didn't expect Mu Fan to walk straight over without a word of nonsense, grab him by the collar, and squawk like a rooster whose throat was being choked, his face turning bright red!

He subconsciously put his hand up and exerted force, trying to pry open the hand of this hateful kid.

But when his hand grasped Mu Fan's wrist, he realized that the seemingly thin kid's arm was actually like tempered steel! When he squeezed it, he couldn't feel any sunken muscles at all. The clear and streamlined muscle lines on his arm, every single one of them, were like cast copper and iron!

"I'm asking you, who else?" Mu Fan raised his right arm, which was gripping the collar, and with a "ugh ugh ugh," he actually lifted the person up, suspending him in the air.

His arm was held perfectly straight!!

His body was completely still!!

The person in his hand's face was bright red, and he was making gasping sounds, no matter how much he hit Mu Fan's arm, he wouldn't let go.

This was a sparring partner with an 8-level Physical Standard, yet in his hands, he was like a chick waiting to be slaughtered.

The people around were stunned. This newcomer, who had always been like a rabbit, was thought to be a herbivore with a large appetite. Now it seemed he was a humanoid Tyrannosaurus Rex! He lifted this person up in such a strong and violent manner in front of many colleagues and students.

"Answer me!" Mu Fan's eyes were fierce and sharp, completely devoid of his previous kindness.

His fist in his hand gradually tightened, making the person's eyes almost turn white.

"I... I'll say... I'll say..." A struggling voice came.

"Bang," Mu Fan threw him down and looked indifferently at the person on the ground who was coughing non-stop.

The bloodstains on his back showed through his training uniform, a complete mess!

But no one present dared to laugh, no one spoke anymore, the scene was silent, and all the focus was on the sparring partner that Mu Fan was looking down at.

"And... and Man Kun." That person immediately answered after catching his breath, afraid that if Mu Fan was dissatisfied, he would pick him up again. He couldn't stay in this Martial Arts Hall anymore, it was time to change places, it was too embarrassing.

"What happened to him?" Mu Fan's wolf-like eyes stared at the person in front of him. Man Kun was the first person to receive him when he entered the Martial Arts Hall. It had only been two days, but he could distinguish between good and bad people.

"He... he was crippled, one leg was broken, and he was just sent out for treatment." The people around also showed expressions of unbearable pain. Man Kun was practicing with that VIP client today, and he didn't expect that this VIP would not hold back against Man Kun, who was a grassroots manager. He crippled him in a few moves. Now the Martial Arts Hall had sent someone to take Man Kun out for treatment.

"Who did this?" Mu Fan's eyes became calm and indifferent, and his right fist suddenly let out a cracking sound.

The person sitting on the ground shivered.

"Young... Young Master Wen."

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PS: Thanks to book friend "Poetic and Picturesque, Ren Xiaowei" for the generous reward!